50 year old continued

So that was that.

A few days had gone by and then the call came. An unrecognized number lit up my phone. Here it is, my chance to make a good impression. So I pick up and put my most charming personality on. The call lasted over an hour, so I must not have been too bad, but I cannot remember what we talked about.

I do remember getting off the phone and my roommate making the comment "He must really like young girls 'cause the way you were talking you sounded about 12." I chalked it up to him being a jealous asshole.

During the course of our conversation the 50 year old asked if I wanted to grab some coffee in a little while so that we could meet in person. Hmm...a coffee date is the lowest rung on the dating ladder, but whatever.

I showed up at Starbucks a bit early so I grabbed a seat inside where I could have a view of anyone entering the building.

About 5 minutes later a very expensive (we're talking $200,000) car pulls up. That has got to be him. Out he comes. A bit shorter than I prefer. Hair loss is noticeable. He's certainly older than I've ever dated before. All in all not too bad. We exchange hugs and then the games begin.

I'm not a very social or outgoing person, but when I meet someone for the first time in a date-y setting I can be a real pain. I don't know why, but I tend to try and make the other person feel as uncomfortable as possible. I like seeing them squirm. No questions are off limits and there's very little etiquette to be found. I guess it's my way of testing them-to see if they can put up with me for the long haul.